Pastorale: Ode on an Ancient Baobab

Thing most magnificent
Titan come out of ancient days
Grand thing, leviathan whose heart is time
Godly emissary, secret-yielding titan
Beneath whose broadest shades —
Divines the marabout his many auguries strange

Unyielding, elden monarch
Whose silent command is the cold press of time
And about whose dauntless crown
Vaunts loudly the minstrel hawk —
Charges the sun set about his empyrean throne
The crimson banners of falling day

Ancient oak of boundless reach
Round his lengths of vastest girth —
Offer their laudations, without voice —
The sprightly humps of the Zebu’s backs
Amid the eucalypts in the endless veldt

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